After staggering a few steps, An Chen fell backward.

Lan Xier exclaimed "Ah!" and tried to go up to help him, but before she could even touch An Chen, she was pulled away by Meng Yao.

Speechless, Meng Yao yelled at her, "Are you stupid? He treated you like that, why did you still help him up!"

Is this someone deliberately trying to disgust themselves?

It's just a relationship, why are you acting so sentimental? Who are you trying to impress?

“But…” Lan Xi’er frowned, looking troubled. Just as she turned her head to look in An Chen’s direction, the figure in front of her blurred, and Mu Jin had already walked past her.

The next second, Mu Jin pulled An Chen, who had fallen to the ground, up, and then with a loud "bang," a heavy punch landed on his face, sending An Chen crashing to the ground once more.

Above him, Mu Jin's gloomy voice rang out, "You can't even learn to cherish things, what are you doing trying to talk about love!"

She wasn't angry unless she talked about it, but the mere mention of Xia Yan having dated such a scumbag made Mu Jin feel like she was about to explode.

He originally wanted to show off his skills and teach An Chen a lesson, but then he thought about it and realized that Xia Yan was still watching him from behind.

Will people think he's too violent then?

Rong Shang paused in her act of rolling up her sleeves, and saw Mu Jin suddenly turn around, asking her with an unusually serious expression, "May I do it?"

Raising an eyebrow, Rong Shang wanted to laugh, "Didn't you already make your move?"

She took two steps back, making room for him. "Sure, go ahead and hit me."

When Rong Shang's casual words came, An Chen's vision went black, and he felt a sudden pain in his heart.

He clenched his fists on the ground, and then he stood up.

Just as Mu Jin finished speaking with Rong Shang and was about to go up and tear An Chen apart, he turned around and Rong Shang's voice rang out behind him.

"careful."

Then... "bang!"

A powerful punch landed squarely on his face, catching Mu Jin off guard and landing a direct hit.

When he looked up again, there was a bruise on the corner of his mouth.

"Mu Jin, I've put up with you for a long time."

Shaking his hand, An Chen looked ready. "I didn't want to make enemies with you, but you keep provoking me."

With a deep, resentful gaze fixed on Mu Jin, An Chen suddenly smiled, “Heh, you know what? Actually, I had absolutely no interest in Xia Yan at first, but what can I do when she's the one you like?”

"I can have some fun with your people."

Since Xia Yan had already broken up with him, An Chen decided to just give up and be miserable.

But when he said those words, Mu Jin's anger was instantly ignited.

Veins bulged on his forehead. Mu Jin strode over and grabbed An Chen by the collar. "What did you say?"

I said—

"Fuck you!"

Before An Chen could finish speaking, Mu Jin, who had suddenly gone berserk, punched him in the face.

Next, he basically gave An Chen no chance. With several loud "bangs," his fists pounded on An Chen's face as if he didn't care about his life.

This crazy behavior made Rong Shang feel uneasy, so she could only speak up to stop him, "Mu Jin, don't let someone die."

With a "plop," Rong Shang had barely finished speaking when An Chen was kicked into the pool by Mu Jin.

At this moment, dappled sunlight streamed through the window, and Mu Jin's clenched fist was stained with specks of blood.

After Rong Chang spoke, the dark aura in his sinister gaze slowly dissipated.